"Your Excellency Jack the Blade, I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you mean..." Amotig faltered, stunned by what the old man in the cowboy hat—Jack the Blade—had just said. He wondered if he had misheard, and his face turned grim as he spoke.
"...Cough, cough. Cough, cough."
However, Jack the Blade ignored him. He simply lifted his gaze to the distance and, with a tremor in his voice, suddenly called out, "Friend from the Eastern World, I believe it's time you showed yourself, wouldn't you agree?" Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback.
Even Chen Fei's expression grew odd. Could it be...? He spun around to look behind him, simultaneously pushing his senses to their absolute limit.
